Prelude 80
Aaron gazed dreamily at the rolling waves crashing endlessly like a nagging wife on uncaring rocks, battle after battle only briefly interluded by the sea’s sulky withdrawal. He liked this place: desolate and alone, it was unfrequented by all except that occasional startled cormorant, and he came here to escape, to think. He sat hunched over, braced against the icy wind, drawing his knees together below a great white beard, his deeply creviced face crumpled in contemplation around two intelligent eyes that shone like forgotten pools of youth in an ageing desert.
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5 comments:
How can I have been dumb enough to miss 80 Preludes? Now I have somewhere to come back to later! :)
Have you found a publisher yet?
Hi Jinksy, thanks for the faithful following. :)
I abandoned trying to get published after a few rejections, and the realisation that there was still lots of work to do on the manuscript, including making it quite a bit longer, and just generally not feeling like doing it. :(
Robert
OH, please don't give up... I loved Aaron's story, and his voice. I know others will, too.
Thanks soooo much, LegalMist. I will have to do something about this!
Just to let you all know that work has resumed on the book (currently called "Last Days").
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